Serena stepped inside.
The heavy door closed behind her with a dull thud.
The air inside was thick — charged, expectant.
Christopher stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the gray light outside. The folded newspaper rested on the desk like evidence.
She deliberated what to do next. Given the situation… she wondered briefly, should she step closer to him, or should she wait. Just as she decided, she was a second too late.
Christopher turned then. The control on his face was terrifying in its precision — fury sculpted into elegance.
"Tell me," he said slowly, "did you know?"
Her brows knit. "Know what?"
He gestured toward the newspaper. "About this. The leak. Suffox moves, and the next day, this appears. Did you warn him?"
Her heart lurched. "Warn who?"
"Don't insult me." His voice cut through the stillness. "You knew I was his enemy. You knew I was vulnerable after your brother's petition, and yet—"
"I had nothing to do with it."
